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About Houston

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Etymology and terminology

Nothin’ beats a chill afternoon at the town park, Prospect Park, with its quirky old maples and benches that almost whisper stories of yesteryear. Yo, there’s a dirt path past Fountain Street that most miss. I once heard a local spill the beans about a hidden mural in a back alley near Maple. Insane art, real underground stuff.

Harmful algae is detected at two Natick ponds. What it means for swimmers, pets